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After my husband’s funeral, his brother slipped a sealed envelope into my hands, my name written neatly across the front. Inside, there was only a single key and a message that read: “Don’t trust your children. The truth is waiting…” At Robert’s funeral, his brother leaned close, pressing the envelope against my palm. “Robert wanted you to have this,” he murmured, his eyes darting away. “Open it when you’re by yourself.” Later, sitting alone in my car, my hands trembling, I tore the envelope ope